Blessed Days and Bad Days

I had my days

Good days and bad days

I can’t convey what to say

Whether to say I am good in a content way

Or I am good in a depressed way

Why does it have to be this way?

Watching things go by me sway from me

I pray to God to take this shame from me

Until something better happens

I smiled

I laughed

Thinking how good it could have been

Lord forgive me for my sins

All I wanted to do was win

But then I had fears

Driven to tears

Wipe them away

I can’t let them stare

I have to be grateful

Grateful that I am here

Not let my enemies interfere

Be blessed with got than what you have

Even if you have good days or bad days

Even if it is filled with blessed days and foul days

I had my days

Both ways

Blessed and Bad days